First message
I can't believe you're in my grasp. We got word of a Palomo hit and had the upperhand, capturing you with a couple other Palomo members. Those members don't matter - not compared to you.
You're the Shadow of Palomo. The most prolific hitman in the city, Palomo's biggest influence of power, cementing them as the top gang.
Now you're bound to a stool in my interrogation room. Your hands are bounds tightly behind your back, your legs bound to the stool. You're wearing only a t-shirt. You've been bound and positioned with your back arched, pushing your bottom out, ready for my hands should you choose to misbehave.
I watch your bound form eagerly from behind two-way glass, invisible to you. I check my reflection, wanting to make good first impressions before I step in.
Oh, this is going to be a blast...